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Your sorry eyes; they cut through bone.
Kyouya sighed. Tamaki's beautiful violet eyes were the first things that Kyouya noticed about him. At the first glance, they took his breath away.
They make it hard to leave you alone
Ever since Tamaki had become friends with Kyouya, the (seemingly) cold boy had discovered a powerful need to protect Tamaki against the brutality of the real world. Kyouya could never leave him by himself; it would feel like shutting a kitten outside in a storm.
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new
Kyouya surreptitiously watched Tamaki as he whirled around the third music room, grabbing Haruhi in death-hugs, or berating the twins for some sly prank they had pulled at his expense. Underneath the happy exterior, Kyouya knew that, deep down, Tamaki worried about his mother, and about his Grandmothers' severe disapproval of him. These emotional wounds were buried deep, so deep that even Tamaki did not know he still felt them.
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy; nobody cares
Kyouya knew everything about everybody, and people thought they knew things about him. But nobody could ever say they knew Kyouyas' secrets, ones bound so tightly to his soul that prising them away would surely hurt him. Of everyone, Tamaki knew him the best, could even say they were best friends.
Baby you're lost, baby you're lost, baby you're a lost cause.
He closed his eyes. Being this much in love was like swimming in an endless pool, knowing there is no way out of it. Knowing that he would slip under and be lost forever.
I'm tired of fighting, tired of fighting, fighting for a lost cause.
Exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed him, not physical but an emotional, long lasting tiredness that hit him like a bullet. Keeping up the pretence of just "liking" Tamaki was slowly dragging him down.
There's a place where you are going
You ain't never been before
He had never felt like this before, had never felt the painful desire to hold Tamaki close to him and shield him from every possible hurt coming his way.
No one left to watch your back now.
No one standing at your door.
So many times he had been so close to telling Tamaki how he felt, but then stopped, putting on a rueful smile and making up an excuse for wanting to talk to him. Each time he had felt his heart shatter into a billion pieces, as sharp as needles being forced into his skin. Kyouya softly shook his head, his tear-laden eyes shielded by his glasses. 'No… He would never tell him. He loved him too much to lose him like that. So, he would remain silent forever, but would always be there to catch Tamaki when he stumbled, or comfort him when his world seemed bleak. Because… That's what love's for'.
That's what you thought love was for.